
That’s right, at the invitation of the esteemed and respected Thorverton Country Show Committee, The lil’ ol’ Thorvertones were asked to provide a turn for their May Day Ball – and we provided quite a spectacle. We were determined to make the evening go with a bang, and given the rare chance to use an actual theatrical curtain rather than simply stumble into action, in our excitement we wisely decided to open with a two minute Northern Soul dance demonstration. I can’t believe we hadn’t thought of this sooner, and what a scoop for the committee! Bizarrely, the paying audience were a trifle bemused, and the nerves of the organizers had started to jangle.
So we ploughed on regardless, but this time on a more traditional tack and actually using our instruments. And singing. And all that…
Possibly it was the booze. Perchance it was the dizzying vibrations of the 450 Watt Bass Mothership descending for the first time. Potentially it was the disorienting aroma of the exploding backstage Prawn Ring rider. Most likely, it was the heady mix of whisky, lemsip, bow-ties, bravado, profitoroles, rohypnol, stage fright, the surreal influence of playing in the abandoned stage set of a vicarage sitting room, the hall full of people in Black Tie and our secret shape-throwing competition. We’ll never know, but it only ruddy well worked. Phew.
By the end of the night, even a HUGE My Generation couldn’t stop the wonderful village people wanting more. And there will be more! We can’t wait! All things told, a brilliant time was had by all, and dancing for the best part of three hours takes some serious dedication to the cause so thank you, you wonderful wonderful people.
See you all at the Globe on the 15th!
Love ya!
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